Entry #137

In Vino Veritas
by Yamini Murty


A troupe of four young, worthy men
Decent, handsome and best of friends
Went out for an excursion to their favourite place
To a beach where emotions found solace.

“I remember in our college days
When sun shone bright and fortune played
The girls were a joyous treat
Our spirits were high, passions upbeat”

“Indeed”, candidly said one of them
“I wish our parents wouldn’t condemn
Our idiosyncratic approach to life
Where without booze we wouldn’t survive”

“And why do we talk of the censures of the past
Let’s celebrate the moment under the azure so vast
Let the Old Potrero have its way”
“I’d prefer Jack Daniel’s”, the silent one did finally say.

The spirits went up as spirits poured down
One of them wept while the others frowned.
“What is with you, what makes you cry?”
“I wish I knew, I wish I had an alibi”

“I loved my wife like I loved no one
She is cheating on me, she is having fun”
But women are never faithful, I know”
“This is the fourth deceit for him in a row”

All four looked at each other, as sadness ruled
One of them started laughing as the alcohol fuelled
“You don’t know, how to love your mate
She loved making me merry on a monsoon date”

Startled, the three gawked at this friend
As his words became difficult to comprehend
Thought they would enjoy, but they had to regret
Because in came wine and out went a secret.